YEA. I’ve doing a lot of things which held me from doing blogs and stuff. So I finally took a visit here. I miss you guys :*
We were eating while a kid took my soup and finished the whole bowl. Yea, I know if other were have been on my place I’d be angry and all, but I was reminded of her image. She built up her courage out of hate on her situation. She was holding a plastic bag with a notebook and a pencil. After she sipped out everything on my bowl she ran as fast as she can out of kfc. I thought that I should inform the manager of the restaurant to be more careful in letting people enter their chain. But then again, I felt sorry for the girl. Maybe she has nothing to eat and yet she has to go somewhere where she can learn something educational. There was a lot of explaining in my head that until now is still not very clear. I am hoping that this kind of situation would never happen again. I sympathize for the little ones that hurts because of hunger.
Told you!
Libya & GADDAFI …FACTS THAT CANT BE DENIED
1. There is no electricity bill in Libya; electricity is free
for all its citizens.
2. There is no interest on loans, banks in Libya are
state-owned and loans given
to all its citizens at 0% interest by law.
3. Home considered a human right in Libya –
Gaddafi vowed that his parents
would not get a house until everyone in Libya had a
home. Gaddafi’s father has
died while him, his wife and his mother are still living
in a tent.
4. All newlyweds in Libya receive $60,000 Dinar (US$
50,000 ) by the government
to buy their first apartment so to help start up the
family.
5. Education and medical treatments are free in
Libya. Before Gaddafi only 25%
of Libyans are literate. Today the figure is 83%.
6. Should Libyans want to take up farming career,
they would receive farming
land, a farming house, equipments, seeds and
livestock to kick- start their farms
– all for free.
7. If Libyans cannot find the education or medical
facilities they need in Libya,
the government funds them to go abroad for it –
not only free but they get US
$2, 300/mth accommodation and car allowance.
8. In Libyan, if a Libyan buys a car, the government
subsidized 50% of the price.
9. The price of petrol in Libya is $0. 14 per liter.
10. Libya has no external debt and its reserves
amount to $150 billion – now
frozen globally.
11. If a Libyan is unable to get employment after
graduation the state would
pay the average salary of the profession as if he or
she is employed until
employment is found.
12. A portion of Libyan oil sale is, credited directly to
the bank accounts of all
Libyan citizens.
13. A mother who gave birth to a child receive US
$5 ,000
14. 40 loaves of bread in Libya costs $ 0.15
15. 25% of Libyans have a university degree
16. Gaddafi carried out the world’s largest irrigation
project, known as the Great
Man-Made River project, to make water readily
available throughout the desert
country.
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is this..who you call a monster? the news made him look like how most of us do.but the same source as to who the media belongs to are the same people that killed him.half of us could agree that the media’s pure bullshit,don’t we..i refuse to believe that cruelty is an attribute alongside humanity.today’s day an age is an age we call ZAMAN FITAN,the age of LIES.
ano magandang kanta? give k nmn? magbobordey si choco gawa lang ako vid for him
First of all, I don’t have any hatred on life as of now. Actually I am enjoying it and I’m expecting a part-time job SOON. It’s just that there are circumstances where I am hating people around me. Well, as how I say it to my boyfriend: I’m not hating the person, it’s what they do that makes me hate them.
It happened yesterday, and it was a rainy day. Since it was raining, everyone we saw carried an umbrella with them. As the other passengers were going inside the jeep they folded their umbrella and let the drippings of the water from their umbrella wet the other passengers. It’s like they don’t even know how to use their umbrellas. If I could just shout at them and tell them “Kung di marunong gumamit ng payong wag na kayo gagamit pwede ba? nakakabasa kayo ng ibang tao deadma pa rin?”
I just got irritated that they didn’t even said sorry to the people they got wet with their umbrellas. I can’t imagined how people can get so insensitive specially when they did something wrong with a stranger. Was it just they were not actually aware of that or they just ignored it.
Oh well, I think that’s just how people are different from each other. and Sorry guys, I just have a low piss threshold. I just wanna share this to you guys :)
#haters will always be haters. :*
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The Story of Kyle
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.”
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up, and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before, but we talked all the way home, and I carried his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes.
We hung out all weekend, and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.
Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.
On graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. “Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach — but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture, you can change a person’s life.this made me cry. <3 x
*Goosebumps* Never not reblog.
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55,398 notesKarma. at ang nagagawa ng inis.
Ang ganda na ng araw ko, nakadalaw ng maayos sa puntod ng Lola ko tapos paguwi masasakay pa ako sa abusadong pedicab driver. Tsk. Lahat ng inis ko sa katawan lumabas. Nakoooooo! bahala na ang karma sa’yo. nakakabwisit. abusado. ano ngayon kung nakapila at may sticker ka? Baha? Di lang ikaw ang naghihirap sa mundo.
- Bakit ba ganon? karapatan na ba ng isang tao na mang abuso ng ibang tao porket feeling mo mas mahirap ka sa kanila?
- Enough reason na ba ang kahirapan para gumawa ng di maganda sa kapwa? So ano reason ng mga manyak?
- lalo na yung manyak na nakatabi ko sa jeep tapos pinakita niya yung ulo ng miniture penis niya? Nakakita na ko non, it was not the reason why i freaked out, pero yung muka niya. adik much???? dahil din ba sa kahirapan yun? pwede rin siguro.. kasi, walang pambayad sa prosti??? tsk. Ang tao nga naman.
- Tapos may mga taong dahil sa mga di magagandang experiences nila ikakahiya nila ang nationality nila? Yun iba nga makapag post pa non sense pa yun mga reason kung bakit sila naghihimutok. Samantalang ang habol ang nila, eh.. atensyon ng ibang tao.
Ano ba nangyayare sa mga tao ngayon? hay.
grabe manong pedicab driver. nilabas mo lahat ng bwisit ko.
Moving on.. #will.watch.porn.
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